Dream Away in The Lights
Dream away in the lights
For hope is still there on,
A thought may lose its flights
But it's never ever gone;
All is in the flying high wings
That are going over or down,
Each adhere to the enfoldings
With the winds of crosstown.
Reasons get away are lost
Nothing more of that to say,
For we complete or exhaust
Everything we communique;
There are thoughts in confusion
With some reliefs to ways out,
Each in constant invalidation
For to know what it's about.
Dream away don't be clear
With something that's shifting,
Going places in uncertain blare
Like a cloud in the sky drifting;
Going distance with a fantasy
Keep the wiev almost through,
What you know's what you see
From everything you'll preview.
I've Always Wondered
I've always wondered
About the winter's light,
So much thoughts pondered
Through the day and night;
Come and go as feelings are
Everything that I may see,
There is a falling wishing star
In at sight from top of a tree.
Like winter lights flow away
Mood are going on and on,
Shortest is the winter's day
All sky fires now almost gone;
Best of dreaming coming in
As the candles flickers through,
Twilights mornings with a tin
Colors dim in a darkish blue.
I've always wondered
What it was deep and why,
Running risks and adventured
In a beautiful moon less sky;
Nothing is too far in motion
That you can't see it moving,
Every dream has its notion
To earth's reality reproving.
All in All Within
All in all within
We speak and yet we spin,
All our wonderings while
Each word performed in style;
And what it is not now
It shall not make a dow,
For things are what they are
A perfect or a scar.
A start in moment fresh
That becomes less and less,
As years drive through the pain
Each one of them will fain;
Or echo quite differently
Form what we thought it to be,
A pain in it's own shell
Or something we couldn't tell.
All in all within
Our thoughts and our sin,
That makes us write more
To bring our boat ashore;
A step by step with time
From what is within begrime,
Where it becomes independent
From each and every attendant.
Love is a Spring
Love is a spring
The real sweet thing,
All is in the air
With the clouds there;
Of this we sing
To our thoughts bring,
From here and there
We drift to everywhere.
Love is a soul
That can't be in control,
With the equipment
This world makes current;
For we are a road
We each carry load,
Which starts from within,
From where we have been.
Love is a star
In peace and in war,
A light on the sky
Until it shall die;
Of this we sing
To this we cling,
Till the end comes
Through time it hums.
The Day is Still Dark Inside
The day is still dark inside
Where shadows of past hide,
A glowing here and there
And with memories to share;
Like a flower in the rain
With both ease and the pain,
That give a cloud its shape
And each their wondering agape.
For all has threads of hope
In rhythmic ways and scope,
The days are still quite young
In with its double-tongue;
You can not escape a past
That comes to you aghast,
By showing ways once shone
That in its weavings aren't gone.
Though some may never be
The same there inside you see,
The roots of the seeds trotten
Are not from a heart forgotten;
And only will cause some twinge
From the old layers of tinge,
These aren't with times anymore
And no one knows what they are for.
Will You Ever Sing
Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me --;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.
There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.
Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.
I Hope You Like My Doing
I hope you like my doing
And what I think is fate,
I'm not only there arguing
How things and times can't wait;
For all is all in everything
In almost anything you do,
You'll have to hope and sing
Nothing more comes of new.
Though that's not its way
How things work out at all,
There maybe yet another day
That you will get the call;
Though probably not is more so
And many have lost the same,
Worthy ones mature and grow
If that is then in their name.
I hope you prosper the more
For fate will then stand its wake,
Both sophisticated and self assure
In what you will learn and make;
There is no learning at its way
For it is an inborn made gift,
Doesn't matter what we both say
If it doesn't got that edgy up thrift.
Days and Days Go By
Days and days go by
With the hour so lonely,
Dark and gray is the sky
And daydreams cyclically;
We have to give and try
What it's worth in effort,
Before we say goodbye
Fore all is to be revert.
Just like a summer gone
That shun for a while,
Times and times are a bon
Given or taken in life's aisle;
What does that then say
In meanings or otherwise,
Maybe just words in play
With an end fully surprise.
Years and years to twist
Before they run to end,
Moments we have missed
Jovial and sorrow in blend;
The task is to have peace
In each of your doing then,
A dream one uniquely sees
Or over and over again.
Rocking Into The Future
Rocking into the future
With many things aloof,
Time is a true moocher
Idleness is the real proof;
Just like coming rain
Everything is not fair,
You will search in vain
Fore you catch the year.
Forever it is staying
Like a river it flows,
With each mood playing
As each moment goes;
Vanity's the way of life
Step by step likewise,
Hours go as they arrive
Stand still is a disguise.
Like the breezing blows
And rocking to and fro,
The ares of motion rows
Like the air in the aero-;
Arrive to be introduced
What becomes an exercise,
When you are seduced
With much too used advise.
To Those Who Drift
To those who drift
All the life is living full,
And if a cloud shall lift
There's no moment dull;
You can allow it all
To come or go your way,
For you have made a call
To give what you say.
To those who are free
Like clouds in the sky,
And eyes so true to be
As blue is deep and height;
You know your song well
And all what it takes,
No need to there foretell
What are your next stakes.
To those who happy go
To whatever state or mood,
You shall just onward grow
For that is your attitude;
To be so much easy going
And always come drifting,
Your bearing is all glowing
And spirit so uplifting.
Not a Drifter By No Means
Not a drifter by no means
Clean I'll come and go,
Follow whatever convenes
That onto my hours grow;
There isn't a place or purpose
That gets stuck up for long,
It comes just as it goes
Like a refrain in a song.
Drift like clouds into dawn
Be there with the light first,
White winged feathered swan
That brightly minutes thirst;
The coming of the hour
That has no others before,
To be there in all its dower
And open up others door.
Not a drifter but a dreamer
That gives away a thought,
A long way cloudlet steamer
Like deep hidden oceanaut;
With its waves and billows
That come and drift to shore,
What else who then knows
For there is so much more.
Inventing Other Ways
Inventing other ways
The night is not a flame,
The longing for the days
Shall remain in the same;
And all the heart fell
Complicated and true,
It's hanging on a spell
And what is up to you.
The dreams that not are
To reach or build up,
For they are wide too far
And hard to develop;
With starry glistening on
And all that is not real,
Through rays and dark aeon
You can not hold just feel.
Inventing from the rainbows
Is like holding to gold,
That for a breath it glows
Though harder it's to hold;
Like it is with tomorrow
That may not come to be,
For we with fancy borrow
What we might hope to see.
Now Give Away To Dreams
Now give away to dreams
That never came to you,
For reality there seems
To be so quite untrue;
As the day becomes night
And the night darker still,
The shadows grow in flight
And minutes and hours fill.
Now give away your thought
You have nothing to gain,
For all has been sought
And it was all in vain;
You have a spirit only
And all else is forgotten,
This walk is quiet lonely
With the road flowers rotten.
Now give away and sleep
For future it shall come,
And what of value keep
The struggle and its bloom;
Who will then know it's way
If you have never found,
Its morning and new day
To make and be astound.
To The Days Ahead
To the days ahead,
I will follow renewed
Shades have now bled
And branches lie nude;
Cold and the breeze
Inside here are growing,
With different ecstasies
And other ways showing.
A night in sully mood
And wondering ways,
Showing, be ballyhooed
In different grayer days;
Now inside comes out
And fills the senses too,
With thoughts far about
Something from the new.
Contrast between the past
And this now that goes on,
The right ahead in cast
What is then again gone!
All that drifts to ahead
With futures of its own,
The aforementioned said:
Disappearing from enthrone.
Songs for Another Day
These are songs for another day
When moments are more quiet,
When the harp of things don't play
In a back street unknown riot;
Easy thoughts are nowhere still
Making clouds just drifting by,
Every promises must fulfill
What's back classed in black sky.
These are ways for you and me
With our dreams in every breath,
Something what is set to see
Every leaf of earth's brown beth;
Easy coming is too easy for all
You'll have to make persuasion,
Or go draining with the downfall
All has its surface of abrasion.
These are songs to play around
While the tides are drifting by,
Something from deep now aground
Fluffy feathers on flight to the sky;
Reasons and fancy variations
What is in for a moment or two,
Probable conclusion abductions
Anything decisively from hitherto.
Occasional Song Poems
These are poems I do occasionally, without any music yet, and I'd like to call song poems, or perhaps even mood poems...
